The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 6, 2004

Ante

Poker is a harsh mistress as many a player can attest. J. Reilly puts together a tight game, but maybe I was thrown off by the clay chips. It's not usually how I keep score, but house rules are just that. I parted company around noon after a toothless bluff. I was more upset at having to give back the visor. Not to worry I already have Monolo on the case. Constance and I are taking a trip South of the border. She told me she is bringing a one-piece this time, so I told her I am taking my long board. It's only now that I write this that I understand what she meant by the comment. Anyway, by this time tomorrow we should both be under the spell of the Baja moon. I think you know what I mean diary, and sitting here with my back towards the breeze I know you do.